The significance of the moth is change..... Caterpillar into chrysalis or pupa. From thence into beauty---Hannibal Lecter, "Silence of the Lambs"
So, it's been awhile, and I apologize. It's just that frankly things have changed. And as this opening reflected, it's the hope that this change is subsequently reflected as being something of beauty.
In the respite since my last post, I've decided to depart a company and a position that had given me tremendous opportunity, tremendous comfort and clout and tremendous security.
To rip literally away from it, to flee the suckling teat is probably a hallmark of mine. A habit. And frankly sometimes it scares the shit out of me. Why do I suddenly get all A-D-D after some quantity of time passes, and I am at my apogee. Do I truly fear the fall to earth? Do I truly fear the possibility of not meeting the previously gained expectations?
I don't rightfully know. It's a little like the male dog marking. I've marked, I'm moving on.
So now I'm in a new job, in a new technology space, and from what I see the only way up...is up.
And that's why it's been awhile. I've been in my cocoon. Waiting for the butterfly. For those that know me...I mean, really know me, know that that is perfectly like me.
So soon I will post some other meanderings, but I thought you should know. For those of you who read.
